Matching the Rhymes of Hwangbo the Secretary, Who Used Su Dongpo's 「Lament for Ren Zunsheng」, I Lament Yi Misu, Grand Remonstrator次韻皇甫書記用東坡哭任遵聖詩韻。哭李大諫眉叟。

A scholar ought to choose his men and befriend them; he need not reckon up who is young and who is old. When Yan Hui of his school died, Confucius said that Heaven had forsaken him. How much more, when the Duke was truly my teacher and held my willfulness in check with the rules of propriety. I dared not behave without manners, and served him in the rank of an elder. Long ago, when my hair was first shaggy with youth, the Duke was then in the prime of his years. When I was in my prime the Duke had already declined, and snowflakes clung to his temples. I first waited on him at the Bamboo Grove Society (竹林會); that gathering came together without forming a faction. They allowed me to join at the end of it and added a lieutenant general (偏將) to their battles of letters. From then on I gradually forgot about years, and bore much slander from the world of letters. All six of them went onto the register of the spirits and returned one after another to the yellow earth. The Duke alone lived on a good while and was just then in hope of the Three Dukedoms. Today his coffin too is covered over, and floating glory is truly the matter of one meal. I heard the news of his death from a thousand li away and do not know on what day he is to be buried. I look to the east, and my wailing is long, while layered clouds darken the blue peaks. Opening the box, I come upon the writings he left, and it is as vivid as holding a pearl in the palm. My one shame is that in thirty years I never in the end caught sight of the breadth of him. Living and dead, our roads are already different; where shall I look for the Cinnabar Terrace (丹臺)? Even the water on the roadway is not yet ashamed — ah, truly this is no fit state to be in.